Revelation

A literal moment (with inbuilt allegory)

"Son! Look... you just left the table to come to the kitchen - why didn't you bring your bowl back with you?"

"Well, I was going to make two trips..." he smirks.

"It's the same as this cup right here. Look... this cup sat empty down in your room for a whole week and just last night you thought to bring it back?"

"Well, I just forgot. I thought I'd cleaned my room..." he smirks.

"Son! Look... I ask you everyday - and hope I don't have to ask you every-day - to clean your room.
Why not bring it back the day it is empty?"

"Well, I just didn't notice..."

"But Son! You already know that empty cups and bowls don't live there, don't you?
Sure: take them full to the table. To your room. Where ever... but when they're empty, bring them back!"

"Well, I just got busy and..."

"Son! Look... Everything has its place. They just 'visit', OK? But then they come back."

The light outside widened the room at that moment, and with a little awe I recognised I was in the presence of a poem...

Thought to myself: "How could I ever write this? When it's just written itself!"

And I heard a voice call out from up the hall, like someone had cupped there mouth from not too far off:
"Just stay out of its way, would ya?.. "

Reviews

[red93]

Very interesting again Lara.I like how there is so much ellipsis going on with yr Work, and an air of mystery around the whole piece. Really Excellent ✨️✨️✨️✨️✨️

[Laz K.]

one could read a grocery list and find it poetic. or take photography: anything could look artistic...a homeless person's face, a busy street, or...an empty cup. life itself is a poem...how cliche do i sound...but still...very poetic :)

[Amanda Reynolds]

I just love your words "...and with a little awe I recognized I was in the presence of a poem..."
Thank you for this!

[Michael Sun Bear]

I read this three times to wring out every last drop of amusement. Life did not bless me with children, but I married many years ago into a large extended family. You have reminded me of visits of a certain granddaughter who would come in summers and stay awhile. I can really relate to your last few lines. With what I consider some of my best work, inspiration hit and the poems practically wrote themselves. I only had to, as you say, just stay out of the way. I found this poem refreshingly different from works I have been reading so thank you for that. Blessings MSB